Everytime I raise my voice or push you away I regret.
But why do I keep doing it over and over again?
And why is your heart so pure?
I want to conserve and preserve your gentle, loving, white as snow soul.
I hate to be the black energy that sucks you dry.
I want to be sunshine.
Teach me.
Saturday, December 3, 2016
Out of the darkness
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